Apple X Raven Novels & Stories

"And you’re too slow, big guy. By the time you pull that heavy arm back to punch, I’ve already looped around you twice and tagged your ribs." Jax narrowed his eyes. "Speed is nothing without power." "Power is nothing if you’re hitting the air," I countered. Raven was sitting on a wooden crate nearby, sharpening a silver dagger. She looked up, her amber eyes dancing with amusement. She loved us, but she also loved watching us act like idiots. "If you two are going to measure your egos all afternoon, at least make it interesting," she said. I looked at Jax. Jax looked at me. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

" Raven simply completed Trisha was nearby. And grabbed onto his arm, even her chest pressured in. the maximum amount as Raven wished to take care of a similar posture, he couldn't dispel the concern of obtaining ravished any given moment, thus he was unable to relish the soft sensation of her bosom. "I am Isabella's collaborator. And additionally, I receive a contract salary, thus it's natural to be around her right?" "Is that so?" "Hi, Raven does not have any idea? concerning the club name?" "Let's decision it the Wave's Club?, or the when faculty radiation Club?"

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

She stated, interrupting me. “No, I guess not. But like I explained, I’d happily spend my days never having to interact with her if she left me alone”. “Good point!”. Leo chimed in as he eye-rolled his mother. “What are you doing with your life now, Raven, since you left school?” Alpha Caleb asked. “I go to the college where I study art. I’m a good student and Professor Colin believes I have real potential. I hope to become an art professor myself or even a substitute whilst working at our museum”.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

[RAVEN] "We need to leave today, Alex. Have you packed yet? Or you need any help?" She said swaying her arms around, pretending to ignore the lines on his forehead. "How dare you?" Alexander barked at her before she could draw in a single breath. Raven stared into his eyes, her brows raised in confusion. "Is everything okay?" His jaws clenched together tighthly, making her frown. What had made him this angry in the morning?

Unless, by some miracle, I find the male fated to me, I am done with being in a relationship. The wind runs through the trees, carrying a scent that makes Raven stop in his tracks. Apples and caramel. ‘The scent,’ Raven growls. ‘I know.’ Raven runs fast, following the scent, until we reach a tree that has fallen over some rocks. There, tucked between the ground and the fallen trunk, is some… red hair? Raven approaches the source of the apples and caramel. Leaves and twigs are stuck in the hair. After dropping the backpack he is carrying in his mouth, Raven tries to remove the twigs and the leaves. Frustrated that he can’t quite reach as he wants, Raven starts digging into the ground.

“Welcome, sir. How can I help you?“ she asked with the sweetest voice. Raven put on the best smile he could muster. Then he leaned on the table like he wanted to flirt with her, “I'm Raven Johnson, and I'm here to see Ernest Waxson. He's my very close friend and business associate.“ Raven's face was serious as he lied, almost like his sentence was taken from a movie script which he had revised a million times. “Oh! Does he know you're coming?“ she asked, her tone sounding like she was very close with the person he was looking for.